Love Song #11 (secretly enamoured)

I was secretly enamoured
You were obviously hammered
I drove you home and said 'good-night'
You said «Tennessee just might come back to haunt you
You should stay with me tonight- if you want to»
Don’t hold your heartache against her boys, you know it’s not her fault
Don’t hold your heartache against her, it’s not her fault
She ain’t no woman — she’s a waltz
And she walks into the room, my heart strikes up the band
When she walks into the room, my heart strikes up the band
Keeping time with each slight move of her hand
Moonlight on the attack
Misery has got her back
She’ll sleep beside you on the floor
When you have six dollars to your name
She slept beside me on a hardwood floor
When I had six dollars to my name
I bought her a pillow and a rose and I cried in shame
I held her skirt like curtain, I held her heart like a newborn child
I held her skirt like curtain, her heart like a newborn child
Left her blue eye lazy, I left her green eye wild
Slow mood on the rise
Up a balcony of sighs
Ay, ay, ay
I held her skirt like curtain, I held her heart like a newborn child
I held her skirt like curtain, her heart like a newborn child
Left her blue eye lazy, I left her green eye wild